Five Children I <br />Once helped conceive, <br />I watched them grow <br />I watched them leave, <br />And each one left <br />A wound in me, <br />And some left two <br />And some left three. <br /> <br />And now when I <br />Cry out in pain <br />There’s not one left <br />To call my name, <br />There’s not one left <br />To grieve for me <br />Though I wept through <br />Each history. <br /> <br />But when they grow <br />They may conceive, <br />May learn to know <br />What wounds we leave, <br />And think back on <br />Some long despite <br />When I lay staring <br />Late at night. <br /> <br />2 October 1981<br /><br />David Lewis Paget<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/five-children-i/
